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Rookie and Proud
Date of Scene: 13 October 2017
Location: Maccadam's Old Oil House
Synopsis: Shadowstar develops a newfound loathing for Blurr, while Blast Off still hates him as much as ever.
Cast of Characters: Blurr, Blast Off, Swivel, Shadowstar, Hyperdrive


Blurr has posed:
    Blurr is not in a good mood following yet another big argument with Swivel. She just...gets to him so easily. Any time she disagrees with him, he just gets so frustrated, though this time was a bit worse than usual.

    So he's sulking at Maccaddam's, though it probably isn't doing him much good since turning off his FIM usually results in simply stasis locking instead of getting buzzed or anything. Therefore, he's just pouting and acting sullen.

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar though, she's in a pretty good mood! She was part of an op and it was completely successful! She has come to the bar to celebrate! ...even if she is celebrating alone. And, just to make things better, Blurr is here! The purple seeker smirks lightly upon seeing him, and even more when she sees the look on his face. She nonchallantly makes her way to the place beside him at the bar and orders a tall container of a top shelf energex. She then leans with her back against the bar and gasps dramatically. "Blurr! Why, what a -pleasure- to see you here. Is something wrong?" Her tone makes it quite clear she is in a good mood and that a sullen Autobot is the perfect target for her gloating and teasing.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is avoiding the Autobot scene a bit. He came here hoping that swivel is around though so far he hasn't seen her. At least he's managed to not get in too much trouble or anything recently. There's a smile on his face as he comes into Maccadams. He notes Blurr and sees him not being in a good mood. Maybe Hyperdrive can cheer him up.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr glances up at Shadowstar and immediately glares at her obviously intentional taunting. "-You-." he growls. "If you don't shut it you're not gonna be pleased for much longer." he threatens.

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar can't help but laugh at that. "We are in a fight-free zone, sweetie." she says before she sips of her drink. "Besides, surely whatever it is that is bothering you isn't that bad. Not like having to run from a seeker femme." she says, giving a taunting wink. "But, I suppose since this is a neutral zone I could actually listen to whatever is bothering you." she adds, then sips again. "...it could be good ammo later."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive walks closer to blurr but apparently the mech is NOT in a good mood. He tries to find something to drink and stands a little closer to where blurr is to try and hear what is bothering him. The decepticon makes him frown. What's that one up to.

Blurr has posed:
    She really isn't helping. Blurr scoffs at Shadowstar, challenging the running from a seeker part. "You wanna bet on that?"

    "If you're trying to get me to give you blackmail material then you're just setting yourself up for disappointment. I'm not that's stupid." Fight-free. Hah. As if the bar's staff could -actually- enforce that. He glances at Hyperdrive. Oh, he looks familiar. He's met that guy before, right? Now what was his name...

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar raises an eyebrow at the betting part. "Sure." she says simply to the challenge. She sips her drink again, then actually takes a seat. "I thought you were a racer? I would have thought someone with that background would be more sporting. I tease you, you insult me. I expected some repartee!" she says, pouting playfully. "If you are this upset, something bad must have happened. What, did someone beat you on the track?" she says.

     Shadowstar looks over as Hyperdrive approaches. "Friend of yours?" she asks Blurr.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is trying to be unsuspicious..yeah. He doesn't move to sit right next to Blurr but he's a little concerned with how down the already blue mech is. Maybe he should do something to cheer him up. Sigh. Or he could just ask him where swivel is and leave the poor mech alone.

Blurr has posed:
    "Oh, wait we don't need to bet, you've already -seen how easily I outran you. But don't worry, I'm sure there will be plenty more opportunities for you to see all the different ways I can outrun, outwit, outmatch or otherwise easily evade you flying types." Blurr replies, smirking slightly.

    "And how is anything about my private life any of your business? Besides, why would you even believe anything I say? Unless you're more stupid than you appear." She asks about Hyperdrive, and he shrugs. "Yeah, I think we've met." he turns toward the cadet. "Right? Sorry, forgot your name."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive rolls his optics a little as his attempt at not being seen. When he's addressed directly by Blurr he smiles brightly, "Yes sir, I'm Hyperdrive sir, I just came by ta look fer Swivel. Have ya seen her? I was gonna bug her since everyone else is bus and well she was fun to hang with when we were stuck in quarantine at least more interesting than the others." Realizing what he's saying in front of a decepticon, he adds, "Sorry and it wasn't bad quarantine like no one was dying quarantine but more like ew what got on you and is it gonna spread like gross quarantine but don't worry we're all clear and all."

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar blinks at Blurr's reply. "Wait, you are arguing that you can run away better than I can? Is...is that a bragging point with Autobots?" she says, actually seeming confused.

     At the next question she shrugs. "Well, you claimed you were telling the truth before." She sips her drink again before she smirks as she listens to Hyperdrive. "That one certainly seems full of energy." she says, then giggles. "Relax. I wasn't going to touch you anyway." she says in response to the quarantine. "Although it is a bit unfortunate that you are all in good health." she adds after a moment.

Blurr has posed:
    "Right, Hyperdrive, that was it." Blurr doesn't seem to care whether 'quarantine' is mentioned in front of Shadowstar or not. At the mention of Swivel he just folds his arms and turns away. "Don't know and don't care where Swivel is. I'm not her handler so I don't know why you're asking me."

    "Running away is more useful than you might think." Blurr points out. "Especially when you have an objective that is far more important than beating the scrap out of some rookie seeker."

    "yeah, I was telling the truth, but you didn't believe me then so why would you believe me now? It is a bit unfortunate that you are also in good health." he feigns a pensive look. "Maybe we should fix that, huh?"

Swivel has posed:
    Speak of the devil and they will appear.

    Mac's is perhaps not the best place to avoid Swivel. It's one of her preferred haunts. She'd even bussed tables there the odd time between other jobs. Boy. That really annoyed that yellow waitress.
    As if on queue to add a little drama to an otherwise quiet evening, teasing Seekers notwithstanding, Swivel walks into the bar. Ouch. Slapstick gags aside, the wince-worthiness of this is less about physical pain, and more about the potential for insult to injury. However, causing anyone pain, even Blurr, is not high on Swivel's priorities. She takes about three steps in when she sees Blurr, posture all a-pout, and she hesitates. The femme looks over her shoulder, and in that moment, to the discerning eye, one can tell she is caught between proceding into the establishment or making a hasty retreat. perhaps running away is a brag-worthy point among Autobots!

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at Shadowstar, "oh but its very fortunate fer you since I wouldn't be able ta say hi to you if I wasn't healthy." Blurr is given a glance, "I just figured since you guys were together talkin before and if you've been here a bit that ya might have seen her today. Sorry if I'm botherin ya."

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar lets out a skeptical huff toward Blurr. "Except you didn't achieve your objective, did you? I was watching you know. Whatever information you were after couldn't have downloaded in the time between you accessing the computers and me firing on you." she says. She smirks lightly at the returned wish of bad health. "I'm always up for ailing the health of an enemy. But, we can do that later." she says before sipping her top shelf drink.

     Hyperdrive makes a valid point, and so Shadowstar laughs and smirks lightly. Then Swivel walks in and immediately does an about face. Shadowstar is certain she does not know the other femme. "Is that who you guys are talking about?" she muses, still smirking lightly. "If so, I must buy her a drink!"

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr shrugs. "Eh, don't apologize. And don't call me 'sir' at least not right now." He corrects Hyperdrive. Then Swivel walks in. "Well what do you know there she is." he points her out to him.

    He scoffs at Shadowstar again. "Ha, is that what you think? You underestimate me. But whatever, I'm fine with that so you go right on ahead with the underestimating how fast I am." Then he laughs. It's his turn to taunt her this time. "Later, huh what's the matter Decepticon, afraid I'm going to beat you up as badly as I did last time and -still- manage to get away?"

Swivel has posed:
Meep! Swivel has been spotted. Swivel is also accutely aware she is being spoken of. Swivel peers across the room, catching sight of Shadowstar. She'd never met this particular seeker before, though she looks vaguely familiar. Of course, it probably won't be until several nights later when it clicks that she was seen on some recent footage in regards to the academy in Vos. Nonetheless, Swivel gives Shadowstar a cautious yet curious glance, before her attention shifts back over to Blurr. Who is being mean and making threats - which isn't new. Oh! And there's Hyperdrive. Oh boy. With a lingering glance at the trio, Swivel decides she doesn't want to be in the middle of any of this. Just as she is about to reach for the door to walk out, it opens, beaming her right in the face and causing the femme to tumble back. She makes a pathetic attempt to grab onto a nearby chair to steady herself, but it falls down with her in a messy clatter.

Blast Off has posed:
Oops. Blast Off stops, still holding the door as he just begins to make his way inside. He could have *sworn* he felt it contact something- someone?- when he swung it open in an irritated huff. It's been a long, hard cycle following many other long, hard cycles, things have NOT been going that well and HOLY PRIMUS he just read the report Buzzsaw left on him and ...ugh. He needs a drink. He remains standing, violet optics blinking slightly as he looks about for the source of that *thud*. If he doesn't find it soon, he'll be heading straight to the bar for something *strong*. Hopefully no one especially annoying or emotionally complicated is here right now. Hopefully.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive acks as Swivel ends up on the ground and immediately goes to help her if he can. Well at least get her back into a remotely upright position. Especially with Blurr being such a downer and the con apparently doing better to cheer him up than he was. Or he can just pick up the chair. Everyone is acting so odd. Yeah picking up the chair is probably the safest thing to do. "You okay Swivel? Need a hand?"

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar Raises an eyebrow. "...it doesn't matter how fast you are. You can't download faster than the computer can transmit information." she says. Of course, he could have had something downloading while they were talking. She blinks. Is that why he bothered talking at all? Was it all a trick? She peers sidelong at Blurr as she considers that.

     That thought is derailed as Swivel turns to leave, only to get smacked backward by the door opening and...wow, this is a small world! Blast Off walks in! "Oh hey! It's another of your friends, Blurr! My my, you just seem to have so many!" the purple seeker says, then laughs a bit. If Blast off was hoping for people who are not annoying...well, he's out of luck.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel was defeated by the door-chair combo. And while Blast Off walked right past her, she was just staring at the ceiling, contemplating what she did to offend the cosmos, until Hyperdrive comes alone to help her. See, Blurr? Watch and learn. This is what NICE people do. That's how they get friends. And keep them too!
    Once Swivel is more or less upright, she mutters a dreary thanks to Hyperdrive. Swivel glances over at the chair, and then, from her seated position, nudges it just a little further from the door. Satisfied, she looks up at Hyperdrive, and manages to form a smile as she holds up her hand. "Tha'd be loverly 'bout now." Her hand hanging in the air, Swivel's attention alertly goes to Shadowstar as she mentions Blast Off, then her gaze goes over to the sniper. If Blurr, Shadowstar and Hyperdrive make up the annoying element, Swivel can easily provide the emotionally complicated portion on her own. A part of Swivel just wants to fall back onto the floor and faint rather than deal with the situation. But the more dominant part of her will stand up and try to be cool, collected, and nonchalant. Because, you know, cool, collected and nonchalant are totally adjectives to describe Swivel at any given time.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr just shrugs and smirks. "That's what you think, isn't it." He does do that a lot. Talk a lot to stall people, that is. Guess she'll never know if he was using that tactic at that particular point in time or not.

    Speaking of that footage Swivel saw, it happens to come onto the holopane behind the bar at that very moment, with some talk show host speculating over whether the Decepticon in the video was justified in attacking the neutral or not, and how of course INS was going to tell everyone the attack was completely unprovoked. "Oh -wow-." Blurr says, pointing at the feed. "-That's- weird, the seeker in that video looks just like you, the resemblance is so uncanny." he comments wryly to Shadowstar. "You even hang around Vos a lot don't you?"

    Then Blast Off walks in. -Blast Off-, of all people. Blurr stiffens, looking about ready to defend himself at a moment's notice. "Aw not having the best time are we Blast Off? Sore you still couldn't catch me? Don't worry, I'm here now." he taunts.

Blast Off has posed:
WELP. Blast Off doesn't spot anyone, so he continues on towards the bar, mumbling about how *rude* some people are, just smashing into doors when you're trying to open them, sheesh. He orders a drink, some nice wine, when he hears someone mention *Blurr*. WHAT. The Combaticon spins around, looking and ...oh frag. He stares at Blurr and Shadowstar, optics brightening... and then turns back around to the bartender. "Actually, cancel that order and give me some of your strongest engex instead." The bartender pauses, frowning, before saying a little hesitantly, "Well... that would be Nightmare Fuel, but are you sure..?" "YES I am SURE," Blast Off assures him immediately. "Nightmare Fuel. At once." Gonna need it, obviously.

He bristles as Blurr speaks, attemtping to ignore him, but eventually he turns back around- if only to keep an optic on the Autobot. "Hardly. Things are going quite well, actually. I barely noticed you were here." He waves a dismissive hand at the racer with a huff.

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar watches Blast Off approach and even offers a small nod in greeting. He might not care for her, but she really doesn't have a problem with him. Sure, he might be hiding something, but isn't everyone? When the video is mentioned, Shadowstar looks up, then shrugs lightly. "It was me. That clumsy neutral was obviously up to no good and so I tried to eliminate her. She probably smashed that door so that whoever attacked the president could make sure he didn't get away!"

     She sips her own drink again as she watches Hyper help Swivel up. "So...are you going to talk to her? You are obviously upset with her, and avoiding the problem is rarely the proper solution. Not that I care, of course. But your dark cloud is keeping the light from showing off my magnificence."

Swivel has posed:
    Up on her feet, Swivel gives Hyperdrive an appreciative pat on the shoulder before letting go of his hand. "Thank ye kinly," Swivel says with genuine gratitude, but keeps her voice low. She casts a furtive glance over to Blast Off when he orders a Nightmare Fuel. Curling in her lower lip, Swivel also feels the need for a drink. But she's not brave enough to order anything like Nightmare Fuel. Or reckless with her spending. Swivel sits down in the chair she'd knocked over moments before, and angles it so she can keep an optic on Blast Off and Blurr. There isn't much she could do if a fight broke out, but a part of her feels a need to monitor the situation anyhow. Swivel leans on the table, peering at Hyperdrive. "Think ya coo' get me a drink? I'd, uh... jus' loik ter sit fer a bit," Swivel asks, again, speaking in a hushed tone. "I usually ord....er.... slagrammit!" No. That's not the name of a drink. It's just Swivel cussing when Shadowstar plants herself in the middle of very very personal matters. Swivel is, in fact, placing her face into the palm of her hand. "Nevermind. I'll get it myself. Wait 'ere." Because being discrete isn't going to work, might as well just walk right into the fire and get the inevitable burning over with.
     Swivel drags herself to her feet and waks to the bar, standing right beside Shadowstar with a determined face and with uncharacteristic boldness, "I'll 'ave local tap enerbeer, and put it on 'er tab." Swivel thumbs at Shadowstar.

Blurr has posed:
    "Sure, sure." Blurr continues to taunt Blast Off. "Everything is going great, and that is totally why you are ordering the strongest stuff available at this particular joint. And that is also totally why you're even here in the first place, alone and not with your so-called 'friends' who are supposedly the only ones close to you yet -somehow-, you just--don't really fit in with them now do you?"

    Then he actually -laughs- at Shadowstar this time. "If she was so clumsy, then how come you couldn't kill her? You a rookie or what?" he shakes his head at the 'dark cloud' comment, laughing again. "That was about the stupidest thing I've ever heard, and that's saying something because I've definitely heard some pretty good ones from him." he jabs a thumb over in Blast Off's direction at that.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off eyes Shadowstar, still not sure why she's...hobnobbing with this Autobot. She gives him a nod and he frowns under his faceplate... but eventually, politeness wins out and he returns the nod. "Why bother with an Autobot? You..." His hand waves at her now, "What *is* your name anyway? You'd do well not to be getting too involved with *any* Autobot, it's only troub- lll..." His words slur as he suddenly notices Swivel stepping up to the bar. His own optics grow wide and pale as he stares at her... then quickly turns around to gratefully accept the drink the bartender just conveniently brought. A hatch in his faceplate opens and he takes a large swig.

The Combaticon's armor plates bristle again as Blurr taunts him, his fingers gripping the glass tightly. "My "friends" also have work to do. We're not glued at the hip, and sometimes I *like* to be alone. I'm a space shuttle, after all. It's our *thing*. Having a little solitude from the insufferably inane and plebeian masses such as yourself." He takes another large swig. "But you probably don't even know what those words *mean*."

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar blinks at the unexpected addition to her tab, but she had already offered before Swivel walked up to the bar. So, the seeker laughs and raises her glass to Swivel, then grins to Blurr. Her plan to push his pressure gauge to its limit is working perfectly so far!

     ...or, so she thought. But, Swivel being right there doesn't seem to even affect Blurr! And then he is laughing at her! "Yes. And the most promising rookie at the Academy!" she says with a huff. And then he's outright insulting of her comment. "It was not stupid! It was clever! No wonder whoever this is that is charging her drinks to my tab does not want to spend any time with you!"

     Shadowstar has apparently had her pride attacked enough, because she makes her way around so that she is on the other side of Swivel from Blurr. "If you can cause that mech misery, I will pay for any drinks you want this evening." she says lowly and with venom to Swivel, that venom obviously aimed at Blurr. She then makes her way over to Blast Off. He is closest here to being a Decepticon. "I wasn't bothering with an Autobot. I was -bothering- an Autobot." she corrects. "And it is Shadowstar." she says, taking a seat by the Combaticon. She takes a long drink from her high priced enerwine before she looks up at the monitor again, watching the news report about the attack at the VSA some more.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel wants to be frowning and glaring disapprovingly at Blurr right now. But it's just not worth it. Instead she just climbs onto a barstool, and once settled she quickly grabs out a small datapad, hurriedly looking up the word 'plebeian'. Upon scanning the definition, she lifts her optic ridges, mouthing but not saying 'ah'.
     This errand completed, she turns to Shadowstar. For the time being, she also seems to be ignoring Blurr and Blast Off, but this is clearly not true. Swivel ives Shadowstar a sweet smile. "I'm not fer 'ire. But 'preciate the generousity!" Swivel receives her drink and raises it to Shadowstar as the femme relocates to sit beside Blast Off. Drat. So much for having someone to distract her while she tries to convincingly ignore Blast Off. And Blurr. So many pachyderms on site. However, Swivel switches tactics to staring at the screen as well. Honestly, she hates the news. But it's light, sound, and movement - an adequate distraction.

Blurr has posed:
    It's not that it isn't affecting him, it's just that Blurr is rather good at pretending everything is fine when it actually isn't. And the two of them being here is making it easier for him to ignore her. He laughs again when she becomes indignant. "Aw, isn't that cute? 'I'm the -best- rookie!'" He mocks her voice but exaggerates the pitch to a much higher frequency than the actual thing, which he can actually do rather well.

    "Oh Blast Off look she's doing that 'huff' thing you do when your ego is injured! Maybe you two should hook up, you seem to have a lot in common, yeah? Blast Off could use someone he can actually identify with, anyway! And no, I totally do not know those words. No idea what you're talking about at all!" He probably does, but is just taunting them more to further distract himself from Swivel.

Blast Off has posed:
"Ah," Blast off replies as Shadowstar informs him of what she is doing. "Well, I...I suppose that makes more sense then." He gives her a more vigourous nod then, his face swinging down to- oh Primus there's Swivel. Who seems to be ignoring him. The Combaticon flicks a wing elevon as he swings his head back up and around, not willing to confront her if she's ignoring him anyway. AWKWARD. Then he takes another drink before looking at the other 'Con. "Shadowstar. I am Blast Off, as you probably already know."

As Blurr speaks, the Combaticon's expression sours behind that faceplate. His shoulders roll back and his nose goes up in the air. "And a Rookie is all you'll ever be," Blast off retorts coldly, "Not like I see *you* with a ton of friends. What happened to them all anyway, Blurr? You used to have so many fans, so many admirers... Tsk. I guess they got to actually *know* you, oops." He shakes his head and takes another swallow of Nightmare Fuel.

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar sighs softly as Swivel declines, but supposes she couldn't expect anything else from an Autobot. Shadowstar is much less skilled in hiding what she is feeling. If she were a feline-based femme her tail would be lashing back and forth like a whip! Which angers her even more, because Blurr not only outmaneuvered her in physical combat, but also in mental combat! Yes, she is plotting his demise right now, which is revealed by venom-filled glances toward him every now and then. If only looks could kill!

     Shadowstar vents a few times to both reduce her internal temperature and help clear her processors. She almost lashes out at Blast Off when he says something about rookies, but realizes he is talking to Blurr and ends up smirking instead. "As I said. Even we Decepticons are not as obnoxious as you." she adds to Blast Off's attacks. "It is quite obvious that running is really the only area at which you excel! I bet -I- have more friends than you! And you have met me!" Yes, she realizes she is burning herself a bit, but she is counting on Blurr thinking she is more obnoxious than he is.

Swivel has posed:
     It just continues to get more ugly. Screaming at everyone would be a nice release. But again, it wouldn't accomplish much. It may make her feel better for a few seconds, before everything went to pot. Or worse. She could continue to be ignored. Which is likely. Swivel looks down at her half finished drink. When she's confident Blast Off sin't looking at her, she casts a quickly glance at him. It wasn't easy hearing his voice on top of everything else right now - and ignoring him was difficult. But... it was necessary, right? But the constant provocation and contention was beginning to wear Swivel's resolve thin. Swivel slips off of her stool and turns to Blurr. For a moment, her optics glance over at her half finished drink, and she snatches it and drains its contents in one go. Setting the drink lightly on the table she turns back to Blurr. She tentatively reaches out to lightly nudge his arm. "C'mon... let's jus' get outter 'ere."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr laughs derisively, gloating at Shadowstar's very obvious fury at being outwitted in both combat and charisma. "Ooooh, you're just jealous Blast Off, aren't you? Jealous that -you- never had fans or admirers like I did and still do as a matter of fact."

    "And just look at you Starry, getting so worked up! Really, there should be no need! You admitted yourself that you're just a rookie, shouldn't expect to win against someone with special talents like me very often, especially not at first." Well, it's true that he is rather practiced at enticing or outmaneuvering others with his words, given his previous very public position. "Heh, like I said." he stands up. "Running can be very useful. I mean I already kind of demonstrated that to you last time we saw each other, but of course I'd be more than happy to show you again."

    Swivel is ignored...for the time being.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off is happy to have a little backup, nodding to Shadowstar's taunts towards Blurr. He almost wants to high-five her but that wouldn't fit his very cultured and refined image right? So another nod of agreement will have to do. Polite sip of Nightmare Fuel, nod again. "Indeed, Shadowstar." He stiffens when Swivel turns away and heads back to the racer, however, fingers suddenly slipping his hold on his drink. He catches the glass in time, however, and takes another long sip after watching her nudging Blurr's arm. His fuel tank seems to flip a little, and it's not the Nightmare Fuel. He drinks a long draught of the stuff, finishing his glass and tossing some shanix onto the bar. Then, placing his glass down with a soft huff, he sniffs with a haughty air. "Yes, I think it's time to leave."

He begins to stand up when Blurr speaks. The Combaticon is silent a moment, before turning to give Blurr his most haughty stare. "Who says I *don't* have fans and admirers?" He very specifically does not look at Swivel now. Though he would *really* like to. Instead, he simply cants his head. "Care to join me, Shadowstar? We can seek less *boorish* company. SOME of us remain civilized." There's more he'd like to say, especially to Swivel, but he stills the impulse.

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar huffs softly. "Fans are not friends." she says before she finishes off her drink. The comment about her being a rookie just draws a smirk this time. "Yes. A rookie that left a mark on you. I am not embarrassed to be a rookie. As I said, I am a very promising rookie. Once I have a little more experience, I have no doubt I will show the world why you are no one to admire." she says.

     When Blast Off makes his offer to Shadowstar, she smiles and wraps her arms around one of his. "Certainly. Such a vulgar Autobrat is hardly worth any more of our time this evening." she says, then waits to be escorted out. She doesn't realize that Swivel and Blast Off seem to have a history, she just figures that Blurr might be annoyed at the implication that Shadowstar and Blast Off might be a good match after all.

Swivel has posed:
     Being ignored wasn't entirely unexpected. Swivel's hand hovers, fingers flexing slightly as if about to try pulling at his hand or something, but instead she withdraws. Swivel's optics dim, her optic ridges angling down sadly. However, there seems to be a tinge of something. Shame? Embarrassment? Well it was embarrassing to have tried to convince people Blurr is a friend only to have him ignore her in public - but it was far better than making a nasty scene. Swivel doesn't dare look at Blast Off presently. That would be too telling. And perhaps a bit overwhelming. Alas, with the resignation of a beaten puppy, Swivel turns and begins to slink out of the bar with a hastened shuffle so as to clear out before Blast Off and possibly Shadowstar can begin their Blurr-shunning saunter out.

Blurr has posed:
    "Sure thing, keep on with all the overconfident thinking," Blurr encourages. "Definitely encourage you to attempt whatever it is you're planning; I've always welcomed a challenge--that is if it's going to even be a challenge. Guess we'll just have to find out."

    Actually, it doesn't bother him at all that they actually do seem to be a 'good match'. In fact it seems to amuse him greatly. Especially with the locking arms part, knowing how touchy Blast Off can be about his 'personal space'. "Aww, you guys are so cute! The perfect pair of overconfident snobs! That is if you can somehow get Blast Off to tolerate you touching him like that. See Starry I told you that you wouldn't be so -pleased- to see me any more if you kept up with that slag." he smirks as they leave then turns back to the bartender to order another drink.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off nods to Shadowstar, though the I-need-my-personal-space shuttle stiffens a little as she makes *physical contact* by wrapping an arm around his. It's enough to bring him pause for a moment, hesitant and unsure.... but frag it all. He's not going to let this get too awkward and looking united right now has more appeal than insisting on personal space. So, he simply accepts the arm, nodding and casting a last glance towards Blurr and Swivel. Which is kind of a mistake... watching Swivel again sends his fuel tanks flipping. How he would like to offer to have her come with them. Is she really happy the way she is now? Blurr completely ignoring her like this? Blast Off's urge to shoot Blurr is growing, but he can't do it here. Later. He'll definitely do it later. FOR SWIVEL.

Blast Off scoffs. "I don't mind someone when they display some *class*, you see." Even if Blurr is correct on some of what he says, especially about personal space, Blast Off is doing his best not to SHOW it. "We are the perfect pair, though I'd say of Decepticons." He waves his free hand dismissively, then turns just enough to give Shadowstar a small, courteous bow. His hand sweeps towards the door. "After you." He'll be the picture of a perfect gentlemech. Remember what that's like, Swivel? He even holds the door for the other 'Con as they make their way out.

Shadowstar has posed:
     Shadowstar narrows her optics, though they brighten with burning anger. "Yes...yes we will.." she says to Blurr. She looks up at Blast Off as Blurr claims he does not like physical contact, and while Blast Off does pretty well at not showing it she still releases his arm. Of course, it could just be the bow and the motion for her to go first. She curtseys politely before making her way out. And once outside she doesn't try to take Blast Off's arm again. She also gives Swivel a look, though it is more a 'how do you put up with him?' look mixed with a slightly upturned nose and a 'I detest weakness' look. She will walk with Blast Off for a while if it seems he has more to say.

Blurr has posed:
    "Perfect, definitely looking forward to more demonstrations of how useful running can be, especially when you run someone into a wall!" Blurr calls after them with a chuckle.

Swivel has posed:
    Contempt is nothing new to Swivel, and Shadowstar's disdain has little effect on the petite cadet. And even Blurr ignoring her, while stining momentarily, isn't really shattering. It's... typical. But the fact that it is common just makes her revisit the recent session with Rung. Shadowstar and Blast Off get only a brief glance from Swivel before she scurries away, out of the bar, and out onto the street. Leaving Blurr to brood in his lonesome. She'll have a chat with him another time. VROOOOOOM!